Poem of Pine Creek

The slithering snake of Pine Creek
Day ending to close the week
Rock cliffs protruding from the hill
This was all in His will
Valley bottom to mountain top
Creek humming, there is no stop
Hand of God, rejoice with glee
With one finger drew the valley I do see
Cloudy skies overhead
Trees grasping their rocky bed
Call of a dear bird
My ears have certainly heard
God gives and takes away
But gladness in my heart I felt today

I grew up in northern PA and have only been in Maryland for about 18 months. I do enjoy writing and will try to share here as much as possible. If you ever get the chance, you should head back up to northern PA and visit some of the areas up there again. Thanks for your comments and votes.